A flower pot resides next to my work station Sometimes a flower blooms with a red glistening texture its subtle fragrance all over Sometimes a thorn pricks my conscience its consequence all over The crimson pot— my muse stays forever.
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(#23/24): “Yearning”
Is this what I really long for? Not family nor even friends, But only the many delights Of the local cuisine back home. From sock-filtered ‘Nanyang’ coffee roasted in margarine, To the carefully produced nine-layered ‘Kuih Lapis’ cake, And succulent chicken rice that’s pressure-cooked…
(#22/24): “Masterpiece”
The lady in black, A profile of superciliousness, Her manner haughty, Turning away in disdain. Some may think Madame Gautreau merely demure, Her manner just an artifice, Instructed in this manner and artistic pose, By Sargent, that society painter of superficiality. And yet,…
Hour Nineteen
Space I’ve always been scared of the space I’ve seen myself lost in its eternity It was the thing you wanted from me Blank and austere. I was unable to survive in the cold purlieus of your space On the ebb…
(#21/24): “Aggrandisement”
There is this orange bouffanted conman from Queens, Who inflates practically everything it seems, From the length of his hands, and height of his buildings, To the size of his crowds, and all his ‘big’ winnings, Let justice be served when the grand jury convenes….
(#20/24): “Relentlessness”
Along the winding canal where there was once A long swath of overgrown grass, That turned into mud whenever it rained, Overnight, it was all gone. The unruly ‘lallang’ removed, soil levelled, And the ground topped over with concrete. And yet, scarce months later,…
Hour Eighteen
How to make chai (tea)? Take a pot fill it with water half full show your optimism Put the pot on the stove on the medium flame of agony Add tea leaves— all black equal to the number of lovers Charlie has…
(#19/24): “Vastness”
The International Space Station. Our stepping stone to exploring beyond The confines of our solar system. The nations of the world Continue to build this gateway to the stars, Module by module. And yet, this complex feat of science and engineering, The largest…
(#18/24): “Allurement”
Would you like to come down, said the spider to the fly? Are you not wearying of your buzzing peregrinations? Could you not settle down for just a moment? Will you come into my web of lies? This enticing parlour of betrayal. All for a…
Hour Seventeen
Shall I mourn the loss of time? It took away all my dimes. Shall I mourn the loss of time? It made me prime. (Couplets)